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April 29, 1977
THE HIGH LIFE
Dark Room Is
by Nelson Bnrite
The official title is “Whirligig
Photo Lab”, but don’t let the
name fool you. To the “natives”,
it is actually the “Whirligig Bar
and Grill, Gymnasium, Locker
Room, Golf Course, Laundramat,
Viewing Room, Swimming Pool,
and occasionally. Darkroom.
That’s right folks. In this
amazing tittle cubicle in the
basement of the main building, a
multitude of devices and activities
can be observed.
Daily basketball games are the
current feature. However, the
rules have been changed to
further suit the game to the
playing area, and the “players.”
There is only one rule in effect.
Throwing someone against the
cabinets is good for one foul shot
from the enlarger.
When things get “hot”, they
cool off with the famous
“Wampum Water Fight”. Scott
Imbus is the all-time champ, and
the washed up losers include such
distinguished gents as Guy
Hagner and Pete Neefus. The
greatest of the losers, though, is
none other than Dan Morton.
But alas, the Dickbird has his
own specialty. By far he is the i
and 1 mile chug-a-lug champion,
and the current leader in the
The most favorite activity far
and above the rest, is the brawl.
Unfortunately for all invovled, it
is also the noisiest, and due to the
complaints from the State Dept.,
brawls have been limited to only
one per hour. So, if suddenly the
door of the darkroom flies open in
your face and a limp body is
tossed out, have no fear. It’s just
At times the gang is too tired
for sports. Sleeping and dreamin i
is the vogue, and the worn out,
beaten up souls make use of the
built-in bunk beds located in
various attitudes and altitudes
about the room.
Gentle soft music fills the air as
a hyperactive Pete Neefus
nervously plays basketball with
the print dryer. “Shut the HECK
Exclaims Scott Imbus
between snores and swigs. Nellie
the janitor cleans up the debris
from the last faulty radio.
Bruiser’s only comment...
Ms. Metzger was unavailable
The Coming of April
by Hank Howard
We thought it would never
come, but it eventually did. We
sat long hours gazing out our
bedroom windows for the first
sign of it. Still the wind seemed to
blow all the harder, as if out of
spite, and we had a hard time
believing that March and April
Finally, one Saturday morning
as we shivered and sighed once
again in the breeze and rubbed
our weary eyes, strained from
seeking out that first sign, we saw
it. It was a subtle omen, but with
enough potential to unleash
imaginations filled with a
thousand summer forms. There
on a small birch tree, nearly lost
in the monotony of the gray,
wintery landscape of a suburban
Greensboro backyard, a tender
green leaf sprung forth, as a first
sign of spring. Vivid images of
other springtime flashed through
our minds as the joyful news
spread through a thousand
invisible tongues. Just as other
leaves began to emanate from
plump buds, and as petals of
flowers began to blossom, so did
the springtime thoughts and
dreams of we Grimsley students.
So by the time the 3:30 bell
signaled the beginning of our
long-awaited Easter vacation, we
had it firmly planted in our minds
that spring was here. Beach-
bound, we loaded up our
volkswagens. convertables, and
family station wagons, and
wearing our shades acting as
crazy as foolhardy children again,
we whisked down the shady
tree-lined boulevards and side-
streets of our “Gate City”.
Somewhat innocently we ex
plained to our parents and
ourselves that we were truly sorry
tthat we forgot to pack our
schoolbooks along with our
suntan lotion, and fribees. Then
with excuses accepted, and
homework and thoughts of school
forgotten we carted ourselves off
to the dunes and surf, where we
K.S. Let’s go to the library! K.B.
'■ W. How’s Scott? L.H.
Jaime - Now I know how you
spend your Saturday nights!
Tim - What’s the word? -M.B.
Sam & Scott — How’s the
breeze up there? - S.P.
Tracy - How’s your best
T.B. — Had any more dreams
T.M. - “Carry on.”
J.G. - Glue huh? - G.A.P.
Sandy -- When will you ever
learn to burp? -Terrie. Michelle
DWB, no game, no coaching
ability, no nothing. -D.G.
G., that ain’t true. -DWB
E.N. is a b-! S.S., D.B.. and
C.R., getting down in typing!
P.H., bite me! T.B.K.
Dream Baby ,
Broadway I ady: Indy 500 wants
to know if you’re available?
Lisa: Can we have a ride? K.R.
Carol: Travadiillyanitch, Siheeb
Mr. P. Check mate!
J.C. Shc?s mine. J.J.
D.B. Satellite! D.X.
Emmy: Slack! D.S.
Ricky: Go to sleep! K.R.
Jamaica Babv: How’s love?
.Icffrey B. 1 reconsidered
Grut: Want a cherry pie? K.R.
B.B. How about “pancing” in
Kroger parking lot?
I.W. - Maybe next time.
r.M. - “Wait til Friday!
George. 1 love you.”
Lenn - “Bloody Fingers”
Behind the Green Door
would bask in the magesty of the
suddenly noticeable sun.
Yes, spring finally arrived. And
it arrived suddenly. It arrived as
suddenly as our jingle-like lawns,
knee-high in vegetation appeared
to us. It arrived as quietly as did
the imperceptible change for
winter gales to springtime
breezes mingled with the chirps
of crickets. And it arrived as a
welcome quest whose invitation is
extended over the coming months
that the lush green season of new
life and spirit might evolve into a
season of summer-time joy,
peace, and schooless paradise.
Spring might be considered a
season that is overlooked. The
season of newness may often be
slighted by those bustling plans
that are being fitted together into
schedules like jigsaw puzzles for
the more than welcome summer
ahead. Early in the summer high
school seniors have plans for a
final farewell to their twelve years
of public education. Many have
long awaited that day when they
can wave a mimeographed
sheepskin at the three portals of
their alma mater, and scream, “I
did it! I did it! You thought you
were going to break me, but 1
made iU” Suddenly memories of
dark circles under eyes as if
stained by the thousands of
letter-shaped blots of ink that
have been read, all faded away
and fond thoughts of long gone
football games and homecoming
courts cause a sudden swelling in
Spring may set the stage for the
glorious production of summer,
but it has a more important
significance to we Grimsley
students. Spring provides a
welcome: retreat from school-
work and a time when we can lie
back and think about ourselves in
relation to the universe. It is a
season of new beginnings and of
freshness. Spring gives us a
ehance to seek out something
good in an endlessly troubled
by Ann Smallwood
Recently I have been hearing
complaints against Playmasters’
frequent produuction of what is
often termed “Twilight Zone
Theatre.” Well, there is good
news in store for all you loyal, but
depressed, Whirlie theatre fans.
The Playmasters have returned
from their annuyal pilgrimage to
Broadway with a new spirit: shoes
have been discarded, the costume
room has been aired out, the
Studio carpet has been cleaned,
and Frisbees once more fill the
skies. Yes, even the techies have
emerged from their winter
fascination with the macabre to
begin to happily create trashtro-
nics, those delicate tin can
flowers cradling bright 150 watt
lamps in their black petals.
Playmasters has passed un
scathed through the gloom of
“Tomorrow Only Knows” and
“The Masque of the Red Death”
into the brighter future of Short
Subjects ni and Flowers For
Algernon. This spring there will
be something for everyone at
Grimsley and everyone should give
them a chance to prove it. Make
sure to set aside these dates for
Short Subjects III April 27-29 at
7:30 p.m., in Studio Theatre
Flowers For Algernon May
26-28 at 8:15 p.m.. in GHS
Now that you have written that
down (in ink, no #2 pencils for
these events). I’ll tell you why you
have to come, other than just
because 1 say so.
First of all. Short Subjects III,
in the tradition of SSI and SSII,
has opened up many opportuni
ties for those of us who were
unable to take Theatre Workshop
this semester and be in Flowers
For Algernon. In addition to me,
its star-studded cast includes
such greats as: Tim Bason, Kate
Brady, Lisa Bruck, Jeff Darnell,
Carol Eddy, Connye Florence.
Dale Johnson, Lisa Morton,
Claudia Shankle, Marlen Stout,
Raymond Tucker, and Eric
Wilson. We will be appearing in
the following one-act shows.
“Next” is a modern comedy
written by Terence McNally and
directed by GHS student Jone
Marshall. It is set in an army
examination room of the Vietnam
“Supressed Desires” again is a
comedy written by Susan Glaspell
and is directed by student teacher
Tanya Gayle of UNC-G. It is set in
the suburban home of a
“modern” eouple whose views of
psychoanalysis differ somewhat.
“Hello Out There” is a more
serious drama written by William
Saroyan and directed by Rona
Marco, another junior at
Grimsley. It is set in a
broken-down Texas jail in which a
young black man awaits trial for
“The Diary of Adam and Eve”
is a classic comedy by Mark
Twain and directed by a third
Grimsley junior, Billy Hohenwa-
ter. It is set. of course, in the
Garden of Eden and involves the
Biblical struggle between a man,
a woman, and a snake.
About “Conversation at Night
With a Despised Character” I
know virtually nothing. 1 do know,
however, that it has to do with a
man’s visit with his assassin, or
something equally weird. I do
not know who wrote it, but 1 do
know David Wilson is directing it.
so it will be good.
All right then, you will have a
whole month to recuperate before
1 make you go see Flowers For
Algernon. I will personally
guarantee you that it will be the
best show that you have ever seen
done by a high school theatre
anywhere. (This guarantee, of
course, is not valid in the case of
natural disaster, in the case of
. ROTC attack, or in the state of
Playmasters really needs the
strong backing of you big
Whirlie fans more than ever. I am
serious. Get yourself there and
your parents and your parents’
friends and your neighbors and
you teachers and everybody you
know who needs to escape the
ordinary for a while and
experience the theatre. 1 am
giving you plenty of notice, so you
have absolutely no excuse not to
at least try.
We have decided to go all the
way this time. We told you we
were going to break all tradition
and take not one but two plays to
the CDA state drama festival and
we did it, so now we are
telling you we are going to make
another first for North Carolina
and take Algernon to the
Thespian Society’s regional
conference (remember Thespians
is the International drama honor
society). This festival will feature
plays from both Carolinas and
Virginia and will be held in June
at N.C. School of the Arts.
It was quite a notable honor in
itself to be one of a handful of
schools invited to present a play
there, but we recently learned
that in addition we will be under
consideration to be chosen as one
of the same dozen schools across
the world to be invited to perform
at the 50th International Thespain
Conference to be held in the
summer of 1978 in New York City.
You must admit the swim team
is good, the cross country team is
good, even the football team
shows potential., but none of
them have had a shot at a national
championship before. Well, your
drama team shows potential too,
and we need your help to get us
off the ground. The cast features:
Connye Florence, David Wilson,
Chris Pugh. Jeff Baker, Mark
McCracken, Karen Rimmer, Billy
Hohenwater, Rachel Purpel, Julie
Watts. Tom Theriot, Tony I upci ,
Jone Marshall, Dottie Fulp,
Ginger Goddard, Laura ( iass,
Rona Marco, Susan Burske,
Lesha Williams, Phil Cameron,
Janis Eberhart, and Raymond
Tucker. These people will be
spending the next month in
strenuous rehearsal. All we ask of
you is that you sit in our house.
FRIENDLY AVENUE BAPTIST CHURCH
APRIL 30 SATURDAY MORNING
10;00 - 1:00 Outdoor Explosion at the Park
(meet at the church with bag lunch -
7:30 - 8:30 SATURDAY EVENING